The Quiet Transition
Daddy and Turtle, Christmas Eve Eve 2011
Twas a quiet holiday season here in the remote backwoods of Pennsylvania. Last Wednesday, Drew Williams came for his annual holiday visit. Kelli Owen stopped by as well, and the three of us stayed up late drinking and talking about books, writing and all the other things that writers seem to inevitably talk about when they get together. It was nice and peaceful.
My oldest son, David, was visiting his mother this year, but Turtle and I stayed up Christmas Eve Eve — just the two of us. Santa came to Daddy's house Christmas Eve morning. After that, me, Turtle, and my ex-wife visited with my parents for the day. It was nice and peaceful.
Kelli Owen and Drew Williams
I spent Christmas Day alone in a quiet house filled only with the sounds of my fingers on the laptop's keyboard and the occasional tick from the coffee pot. Got a huge chunk of The Lost Level completed, as well as first drafts of scripts for The Last Zombie: Neverland issues #4 and 5. It was nice and peaceful.
Long-time readers know that I'm a big believer in reinvention. 2012 will be the year of the hermit. According to R.E.M., the Mayans, and a bunch of people online, 2012 is the end of the world as we know it. I don't know about you, but I feel fine. Things are nice and peaceful.
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Glad to hear you had a nice holiday. Mine was quiet, just the way I wished it would be.
And for some reason, that tiny part would like to rear it's ugly head and become the whole me rather than just a tiny part. It's very greedy that way.
That's why I can't stand it when people like that Harold Camp pastor keep giving exact dates for when the world's going to end. And he did it twice.
And twice he was wrong. But every time a reporter asks him to explain why he was wrong, he sets another date that the world's going to end. So I hope they stop asking him.
Or that the people can find a way to keep it out of online news.
I'd rather hear about advances in medical science than when the world will or won't end.